Xiao Lin worked hard to think about it, but regretfully, he could not remember anything. It could only mean that there had been too much information pouring into his brain in a short time. On top of that, his pain caused him to be unable to think. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "I think I saw Poseidon, and after that it seemed like I saw the universe… I'm sorry, I really can't remember. No, I actually can't tell what it was. A fantasy? Or was it a dream?"
"Memories." Song Junlang stood up and put down his notebook, walking to the window as he looked at the sky outside while he pondered the information.
Xiao Lin did not interrupt, and waited.
